Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.